/lit/ - Literature

I had many friends growing up. One of them actually became a model back in '03 when the grass was green and the moon still lit. It's all gone now though. See, when you get older, everything about you gets thinner. Your personality, your hair, your stomach(from smoking too much cigarettes and drinking too much coffee). All of your asthetics of youth goes poof in a second. All gone. Now your just stuck with a lousy wife and stuck up children who doesn't give an ounce about you but themselves. The call of justice dawns upon the people who need it most. Your fragility has an even temper and the black and white colors you see in the evening moon has become your reality. Like listening to the blues on a Sunday after partying hard on a Saturday. The feeling of emptyness and lonelyness has drained you and all you do is sit with them and contemplate how your life has become solicited for the cost of something else. Something that isn't to be. Something that could have been avoided when you weren't so fucking dumb. Call me crazy. Call me whatever you like. But just remember that your shoes are always gonna be on backwards